October 2010
Blue Oyster Cult to rally with Bill Clinton on Halloween eve for Congressman John Hall →
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SOM, this is relevant to your interests.
FUKKIT, TURN THAT BUS AROUND. PARTY’S IN NY. TELL JON STEWART HE CAN TOTALLY STILL GET LAID IF HE COMES OUT.
This midterm election just got a whole lot more tolerable.
This Is The World That Fox News Has Created →
washingtonmonthly.com
One young man insisted that [Eric] Holder is “the most anti-gun attorney general this nation has ever had.” When Rachel [Maddow] asked how he arrived at this, he had absolutely no idea why he believes what he believes. He referenced Holder’s “voting record beforehand,” which made no sense, since Holder has never held elected office. Asked what it was, exactly, that Holder did on gun policy he didn’t like, the Miller supporter — who, remember, feels so strongly about this issue that he brought it up — replied, “I, uh, I honestly, uh, I don’t know enough about him to answer that truthfully.” … In the same segment, a third Miller supporter insisted Holder was bad because of “the voter intimidation with the Black Panthers.” That voter later argued that members of the New Black Panther Party — which the Bush administration saw as too meaningless to pursue — aren’t being prosecuted because they’re black. This is one of the reasons she’s voting for Joe Miller. Ignorance spreads like a cancer, and right about now, it’s making our body politic pretty sick.
Remember, if you make fun of them for being stupid then it will hurt their feelings.
Animated gifs...
…make my brain feel agitated. Is this what they’re for?
Think of ‘em as little epilepsy tests.
I was thinking what George Steinbrenner would say to the Yankees today if he were still alive
I think it would be something like “Hey, what the hell am I doing in this box!?!?!”
Second laugh of the day.
One of my favorite joke-structures ever. Just add dead guy and LARF.
I Believe All of This: Five point summary of Guided by Voices at the 930 Club in DC →
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a) Robert Pollard is old and has white hair now. He was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle pretty much the entire time, without doing the reflexive ‘hooah’ whiskey face cringe, which means he has been playing music for a long time. Also despite the smoking ban at bars in Washington, Robert…
I miss rock shows.
adventures in babysitting
Babysat last night for the first time since I was ten. The target was some friends’ kid, let’s call him “Sam”. My wife is his godmother. Somehow I was not part of the bargain. Gig only lasted for forty minutes, b/c Dad, was prevented from leaving numerous times by Sam’s panicked shrieking. “Dude, go,” I said, “otherwise I came out here for nothing.” Sam, who normally thinks I’m smart and interesting, was not having me. It was bleak. Dad made a break for it.
And bleak it was: Sam standing at the front door, too little to reach the knob, and too young to put his anxiety into actual words. So it was full-throated screams. That was not so bad. I have at least been around children, and screaming is a standard operational procedure of children. But as I stood there, trying to talk cheerfully, placidly, Sam would forget that he was crying for a second, slowly turn his head to me and then fix me with a look of abject terror that looked like what the words, “I don’t love you,” feel like. I’m still feeling like less of a person for it.
I’m such a sucker. But “Hey Gabba Gabba” saved the day. Thank you “HGG”. And then Mom got back from the airport and wondered why I looked so ashen.
Jayden and Isabella →
nyc.gov
hman:
These were the most common names for babies in New York City last year.
TAKE NOTE, sistermarymartha.
Not on my block. Our here they were Prescription Jones and Death From Above.
tv is on in the background
As a TV Baby, I used to think that doctor shows was what old actors would do to sustain flagging careers. I was wrong.
Even way back when, doctor shows is what old actors do to amass colossal piles of cash.
Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard To Sing National Anthem At NLCS Game 3 →
mtv.com
NOW YOU’VE DONE IT AMERICA
With the Power of Emo behind them, I don’t see how the Giants can lose.
curse you, the takeaway
Walking the dog this morning, the AM NPR news magazine (“The Takeaway” they call it, though I like to think of it as “Beep Boop Beep”) was closing up a segment on the four ne’er-do-wells who were convicted of planting some fake bombs, and after dancing around the legal definition of entrapment they get to the point where a good question could be asked. Namely, is there any use in the Feds finding an endless array of idiots to suborn in to high-profile terror arrests/trials? And usually this is where the host would drop the ball — a wrong-way leading question, a hectoring hypothetical — but he didn’t, he said it and got out of its way: “Does the government’s use of informants discourage terrorism?”
And then the guest (some geek from some university I’ve never heard of) forgets himself and imagines he’s on Hannity or in a sports bar: “There’s definitely a chilling effect on terrorists. Recruiting will be much harder if the people they are trying to recruit is wondering if you are actually an informant.” Oh, really, dude? So you think the terrorists are having ad hoc committees looking into the ongoing problems of this chilling effect? It was an unimaginably large load of hooey to brook that early in the morning. And it was ironic that for once the host did not blunder through the interview like a bobo Geraldo Rivera, and the numbskull guest rooons it by trying to Sound Real Smart.
Please bring back “Morning Edition”. Or at least stop entrapping hobos so that the Feds look busy and we all feel safer.
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not my particular commonwealth, but
I wish I lived in Kentucky only so that I could vote for Jack Conway a hundred times.
Just for the “self-certified opthamologist ” line. And for general scrappiness.
Tips on naming your band
- Don’t name it Hoobastank
[brought to you by the digital archeological dig of my college computer]
Also, The Pufferbelly is not so good, for a band or anything else.
